Friday, is it.

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I had thought yesterday was Thursday.  Toward the end of the day, however, I started to wonder.  Someone put up their ritual music for Friday.  Of course, putting it up early isn't a bad choice.  And I was up late.  Between finishing the watering, and coming down from a long day, and week really so far, I wasn't tucked away until right at midnight.  Sleep didn't creep up on me, or need to be coaxed.  It was more akin to being blindsided by a bus, only waking up from  the impact was much smoother and painless.

I indicate, at times, that I enjoy pain.  It does have it's uses, but it is to be endured.  And, at times, sought in order to progress.  Hmm, no, pain isn't actually sought, even then.  But it will happen, so it is confused with what is sought.  In any case, as I come out of my most recent spell, I have been going more slowly.  I'm not yet ready to push into pain.  And I haven't been.  And yet I have been able to cut a decent piece of pie from my want to do list.  All good, for now.  Another week or two, at this level, and I might be able, willing, interested, in digging that bit deeper.  Hopefully with a clean, neat, cave in which to tend the pain.  I need to go there, from time to time, for a number of reasons.  As I can.  And I want to go there.  Always have.  I'm just not quite ready.  I think of minor caused pains, from strengthening and growing rightly, as the pop quizzes for the life I know.  You should see the finals!  Oh, yes, those are going to hurt.  And the ph. d. presentation?  Yeah.  So, I best dig in when I can.

I'll have to figure out what I am doing today.  Since it isn't Saturday, continuing to work at an upper level seems fair.  I will definitely do sweeping, some vacuuming, and mopping, plus go ahead with the calking if I get to that point.  And more straightening.  If I can get that stuff mostly done this morning, I might try to make it to the store this afternoon.  It's been a while since I have been out.  And, as a last thing, this evening, I might give the yard, and especially the areas that weren't hit, more water... along with the garden.  I think I can water the garden earlier, as the sun is pretty much clear from that by 17:00 or so.  Then I can water the grass two, maybe three, hours after that, and be done an hour earlier than I was last night.

That would take care of what I had planned to do Saturday.  So, instead, on Saturday, I might get out the rake and wheelbarrow and remove branches in the yard, and hit a couple of areas with the weedeater.  A nice outside job.  If done early enough, it won't be too hot.  Then rest, as with Sunday, though along with some minor, sitting, tending of minor areas, like my desktop.  Oh, and perhaps, somewhere in there, sanding the bench top.  Because if I make it to town this afternoon, I will be buying some goop for the bench along with the groceries I need.  I will also be making some calls and arranging some visits for next week.  A day at the range would be good, in the morning or later in the day.  A social call, with guns.  And perhaps another sort of social call.  As my home tips more to being in shape the notion of having a visitor becomes more reasonable.

It almost sounds like too much.  But I think I can do most, very possibly all, of it... and maybe more.  I just have to do it a bit at a time, taking breaks, and keeping on it.  Later.

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Scratch that, it is Saturday.  Just waking, and misinterpreting bloggers "day".  Which is "from - to", not the exact day.  Not quite as heavy of a day, but the sweeping, mopping, toilet maintenance, and sanding, I believe.  And maybe a trip to town, and watering of things.  If I hold out.  Light work tomorrow, very light, though with one more watering session.